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If you knew.

Maybe you do.

If so, you should know. 

Like I know. 

I sleep and wake up.

It's churning my gut and setting the course for my day.

​I am so afraid to speak of it.

 I like it and I hate it.
 
And it hurts; in so many ways, it hurts.
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I want you to feel like I feel.

Deal and squeal and reel in the same way,

Pound and yearn and ruin your day.

And still when you sleep,
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Wake up to know it might always be this way.

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